1 Let faith blossom.
Born in a narrow basin, you don't want to curl up. You put your roots into the depths of the soil, suck up the sweetness of spring, breathe the breath of life into the whirlpool of the universe, hold your head high and smile, and you firmly believe that you will bloom the most beautiful flowers.
I tried to move you into the house on a stormy day, but I failed. Your roots have emerged from the bottom of the flowerpot and firmly grasped my mother's chest, as if to tell me, "What is this pain around my mother?" Really?
It is you who broke through the artificial cage with strong faith and absorbed it with perseverance. You vowed to repay the best in the world.
You have experienced the cold in the wind and rain, the loneliness in the dark, the scorching sun, and the colorful ridicule. You were disappointed when the beautiful butterfly flew away. However, for your own declaration, you insist on one person.
When all the colors fade, when the yellow leaves don't fly, you give away all your savings for a year. Light and high blue, thin and transparent autumn air is full of chrysanthemum fragrance, but you still smile, like the mythical Snow White, like a bride who is blushing before marriage, like a golden hope flying in her heart. ...
I was shocked. After the storm, you finally realized your promise. In this misty autumn, who can deny that this is not the best?
On the long road of life, who hasn't made a secret vow to himself or his relatives? Just how many hard vows are still clear?
My mother's gray hair, my father's heavy back, and the picture of my father smoking alone in the cold north wind captured my heart. For me, they lost what they deserved, and I am ashamed of my cowardice. However, Chrysanthemum told me: Now is not the time to be ashamed. For the sake of faith, we must stick to it!
I woke up, got up the courage, strode forward for the faith in my heart and turned what I asked into the best sacrifice. There is a dream cry with chrysanthemum fragrance in the air:
Walking on the road, the enemy is singing,
The wind and rain blow on the cheeks,
There is an endless sky ahead. ...
This chrysanthemum sound is like a cry of my inner struggle, which will inspire me forever and ever!
Let faith blossom.
Born in a narrow spray basin, I don't want to curl up. You put your roots into the depths of the soil, suck up the sweetness of spring, breathe the breath of life into the whirlpool of the universe, hold your head high and smile, and you firmly believe that you will bloom the most beautiful flowers.
I tried to move you into the house on a stormy day, but I failed. Your roots have emerged from the bottom of the flowerpot and firmly grasped the mother's chest. This is telling me: "What is this pain around my mother?" Really? You broke through the artificial cage with strong faith and constantly absorbed nutrition with indomitable will. You swear that you will repay the best in the world.
You have experienced the cold in the wind and rain, the loneliness in the night, and the sun in the hot sun. When the beautiful butterfly flew away, you were disappointed, but for the sake of your declaration, you persisted.
When the yellow leaves stop flying, you have given all your savings for a year. The faint, high blue, thin and transparent autumn air is full of the fragrance of chrysanthemums. You still smile, like Snow White in the myth, like a bride who is blushing before marriage, like a golden hope flying in her heart. ...
I was shocked and experienced many storms and hardships. You finally fulfilled your promise. Who can deny that this is not the best in this misty autumn?
The long road of life, who has not made an oath in his heart? Is the oath clear after all the hardships?
My sister's bright eyes, my brother's tender shoulders, my mother's gray hair, and the picture of her silk fluttering in the north wind all captured my heart. For me, they lost everything they deserved. I am ashamed of my cowardice, but Ju told me: Now is not the time to be ashamed, because faith must persist until the end!
I woke up with a start, got up the courage and strode forward for the faith in my heart. I want to turn what I ask into the best dedication. Haizi's song is floating in the air, with chrysanthemum fragrance:
Walking on the road, singing loudly,
The wind blew over the hill,
There is an endless sky ahead. ...
This chrysanthemum fragrance and singing will permeate my heart forever.
3 Let faith blossom
A cup of tea, a story, a memory and a belief always move us infinitely. There are too many things worth remembering in that loving heart. In success and failure, in happiness and sadness, in enthusiasm and indifference, we learned to grow. We adhere to this belief, make unremitting progress and bravely overcome difficulties. Love, friendship and affection are all present. We like it, we love it, and we have a special liking.
The tree doesn't want to grow in a narrow flowerpot, so it sticks its roots out to the vast land. It firmly grasps the land and absorbs nutrients vigorously. It holds its head high and firmly believes that it will produce beautiful flowers. This is the tree's belief and longing for life. Similarly, Yuan Sumei, an employee of the University of Hong Kong, and Zhao Shishu, a mountain village teacher, also have sincere beliefs. With their persistent beliefs, they have produced the most beautiful flowers in life. What is my belief?
At that time, I was walking alone in the street, and there were car horns, hawkers' cries and people's quarrels on the roadside. I feel that the world is so noisy. I really want to have a quiet land! Therefore, I have my belief-to keep inner peace.
Yes, in today's materialistic society, under the pressure of life, people either become indifferent or selfish. Gradually, people unconsciously lost themselves in the tide of society. However, when noise and hubbub fill your heart, you might as well open a small window for your heart, let it breathe and let it calm down slowly.
I insist on this belief, and I hope my belief can blossom as beautiful as Yuan Sumei, a HKU student, and Zhao Shishu, a mountain village teacher. I am advancing on the road of growth with my faith. In this process, I learned not to be fidgety in fidgety, not to be noisy in noisy, and I studied hard with a quiet and ardent heart. No matter how difficult I encounter, I believe I can face it well. I won't be overwhelmed by pressure, and I won't be timid because of ridicule, because I insist on my belief-to keep my mind at peace.
Keep your mind at peace and let the dust fall; Keep peace of mind and stay away from filth; Keep your mind calm and learn to eat grass in the fields of your mind;
Keep peace of mind and learn purity in a dirty society;
Keep the peace of mind, let the haze of mind walk out of the canyon and give the mind a space to fly.
Montaigne said, "Only faith can make happiness a reality". Without water, flowers will wither; Without love, home will be warm; What would life be like without faith? I can't imagine.
Stick to a belief in your heart, let it sprout and grow in your heart, and finally bloom beautiful flowers and usher in another realm of life.
Keep my mind at peace, I will try my best to protect my faith, and I have a special liking for it.
4 Let faith blossom
Gossip can't break faith, just as the wind can't blow away the sunshine.
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In the dream of youth, there will always be spring flowers on the other side, full of fragrance; On the road of life, there will always be thorns and blood and tears. One is the distant place of your dreams, and the other is the desperate place where you are in danger. Are you struggling or giving up easily?
The wise man said, you should go on bravely, because faith can bloom miracles.
Dreams are fragile, and rumors always hurt. They are everywhere, attacking your naked dreams from all directions. It needs firm and powerful beliefs that are not created out of thin air to protect and support, but sometimes rumors are powerful enough to make your hard-built beliefs fall apart in an instant. At this time, you should learn to break through the besieged rumors and rush out of the encirclement.
I remember such a story that shocked me.
A group of monkeys tried to climb a giant peak many times, but all failed. So an elder in this group of monkeys said, "We monkeys can never climb as high as people." Some monkeys believed it, gave up climbing and began to tell each other, "It is definitely impossible to climb the giant peak." "We can't do anything beyond our authority." So everyone gave up except one monkey, and they turned to attack the monkey and laughed at its wishful thinking. But one day, a miracle happened, and the defeated monkey climbed to the top under the great pressure of public opinion! Only then did the other monkeys realize that it was deaf.
I can't help but sigh that "people's words are awesome" and tirelessly destroy people. But what is even more frightening is that the belief that rumors abandon armor everywhere is so fragile. I was deeply moved by the monkey. Although it continued to climb until it succeeded because it could not hear rumors, I was moved by its persistence. I think, in the process of pursuing success, only those who can endure loneliness and persist in faith can win the crown of success.
Therefore, people must first have a dream, which is noble and admirable; Or humble and laughed at. But don't give up having this kind of beauty because you are afraid of the loneliness brought by rumors. With the wings of dreams, you must have a firm belief and resist all rumors to support your powerful soul that is drifting away.
Dickens said, "Perseverance can conquer any peak in the world." Life is getting richer and richer because of faith; Dreams are more and more firm because of faith; Youth is more complete because of faith.
So, explorers on the road to success—
Please guard your noble dreams with faith and let rumors take advantage of it.
Please use your persistence to pursue your gorgeous dreams and let the rumors break down.
Please hold up your noble head, hold your proud dream in your hand, push aside the gossip, see the other side of success and believe in flowers!
5 Let faith blossom
Life is a colorful picture, and a smile is a bright color in the picture.
I once read an article called "Life Needs Faith". The article generally writes that a pot of chrysanthemums is abandoned on the roadside and nobody cares. It slowly took root in the weeds. However, it has experienced countless storms and is almost dying. However, it uses its share of faith-don't be beaten by yourself, and let people see my beautiful flowers. So you are strong and brave enough to survive. Until now, you are shocking. Because you are so lush and exuberant.
Yes, the protagonist in the article is this flower-a humble chrysanthemum. It is nothing special, just a belief that is open to short moments.
You have experienced the cold in the wind and rain, the loneliness in the dark, the scorching sun, and the colorful ridicule. When the beautiful butterfly flies away, it is also disappointed; However, for your own oath, you stick to your lonely insistence.
This is the only passage I remember clearly.
Yes, I feel it: a flower, with a firm belief, broke through the artificial cage and absorbed it constantly with super will. It vowed to repay the world with the best, the most perfect and the most dazzling!
I'm surprised.
This flower is native to a narrow pot, but it doesn't want to curl up. It extends its roots to the depths of the earth and absorbs the sweetest spring. It calls the breath of life into the whirlpool of the universe. It holds its head high and smiles! It firmly believes that all storms will pass, and it will eventually produce beautiful flowers.
This reminds me of a touching story: in a big earthquake in America, the teaching building of a primary school collapsed. In a corner of the school, because a large triangular bracket just tilted but did not collapse, it provided a certain activity space for more than a dozen children and also brought them a glimmer of hope. But the children are still young, and they are very scared in the face of such disasters, and some even cry. But one boy was unusually calm. He always encourages other partners and comforts them. He told them that his father would come to save them because there was an agreement with his father that he believed that his father would protect him no matter what.
Sure enough, his father dug hard where the school house collapsed. People advised him not to waste energy, but he persisted because he knew he had to fulfill his promise to his son. It is because of this promise that the lives of more than a dozen children have been saved.
After reading this story, I was shocked. After all the hardships, have you really fulfilled your promise and realized your original promise? In such a misty autumn, who can recognize that unforgettable promise?
In fact, there are many beliefs, but it is important that our lives need faith and color. We are like ordinary flowers, but we can produce extraordinary flowers and surprise everyone!
6 Let faith blossom
Friday, March 2, XX, cloudy.
Hold a cup of fragrant tea, enjoy a beautiful article, taste a small poem, and the fragrance floats, like ripples in Jiangnan water town. In fact, my admiration is as simple as life, just an emotion aroused by wayward words, which is faintly hidden in my heart, waiting for the moment when * * * is called. Perhaps it is the moment when the page is opened, or the moment when the Chinese class is intoxicated. Occasionally looking back, it has turned into the fragrance of close contact with literature. I like this smell as much as I like China people and literati. I like Li Shangyin's gentleness and firmness, and I appreciate Li Bai's heroic and firm belief that "one day, the wind will break through, and and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea will break through", and I appreciate Du Fu's patriotic feelings of "staying in a huge building, protecting the world from the cold and worrying about the people of the world". I like beautiful words. Gu Cheng said: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." So, regardless of thorns, I am not afraid of pain, concentrate on life and run hard. Bing Xin said, "Xiaohua should also look up and thank Chunguang for her love." So, I worked hard, hoping to harvest the fragrance of the garden and dedicate it to my mother in return for her deep kindness. Shu Ting said: "We have a cold wave, a storm and a thunderbolt. We * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were together for life. This is great love. " So, I sealed up my childish feelings, kept my heart pure forever, and longed for a great love. I like other people's poems and prefer my own graffiti. At noon, I suddenly had a brainwave and wrote a little poem casually. I thought it was ok. My deskmate said, "You have nothing to do. You always like to write this kind of thing. Are you really fooled by Zhang Ailing's phrase "Be famous early"? " Yes, I'm really possessed.
It rained on Sunday, September 2 1 XX.
Outside the window, it was raining, as if God knew what I was thinking. Today, a friend from afar wrote. In the letter, she wrote: There is a literature club in our school, and I know your love and yearning for literature. Send some manuscripts, my lilac-sad girl. Literature club, contribute, can you? I don't have Haizi's optimism of "facing the sea and blooming in spring"; I don't have the elegance and agility of Xu Zhimo's "I left gently, just as I came gently, waving my sleeves and not taking away a cloud"; I don't have Zhang Ailing's coldness and confidence of "I like this sheath". Can I do that? I don't have delicate or leisurely writing. What can I write when I lie down in winter? Can I do that? It is still raining, as if I am not tired at all, just like my love and yearning for literature.
I filled the hut with my dreams. May the boat carry it and fly far away. May it fly in my dream forever. -inscription
Sunlight through the dense forest, through the leaves into the window, making the room dazzling and bright. I don't like such strong light, it will make me feel empty, and let me clearly see that my dream is like a bubble, disillusioned in the sun.
It is another sunny afternoon, and the air seems to be mixed with suffocating elements. I curled up on the bed and hid myself behind the page, like a worm that is not hungry or thirsty, hiding behind the yellow leaves, vaguely biting the thin leaves, serene and leisurely. Then, my eyes stared at the diary that was left in the corner.
Open the old diary, and the pages have become dusty history. Open the sleeping memory, everything is still so familiar and kind.
65438+February 3 1 Wednesday in XX is cloudy.
The song I want to sing has not been sung until today. Every day, I always adjust the strings on my instrument. Time hasn't arrived yet, and the lyrics haven't been filled in. Only the pain I want to see is in my heart. Yes, I want to see the pain, the torture! I haven't heard from the manuscript so far, and it has been lost again and again, which makes me depressed and heartbroken! If you don't watch it year after year, everything will be difficult to achieve. Where is spring?
Fingers gently crossed in the diary, memories quietly emerged in my mind, thinking about it, tears poured out inadvertently, and the breeze blew down. As a result, tears danced in the air, tired, and finally it fell to the ground, breaking the transparent dream, which penetrated the heart of the earth. Earth, do you know whether it is sour or sweet? Finally, I understand that dreams may not come true, but people with dreams will be willing to sweat and cry for their dreams. I want to be a child chasing dreams in winter.
The moment I closed the diary, I suddenly found that the title page of the diary was empty. So, I picked up a pen and resolutely filled the vacancy: I have disappeared year after year, and everything is difficult to achieve, and spring is in my heart-let faith blossom!